A little bit of this
A little bit of that
A pot!
A pan
A broom
A hat
Someone should
Have set
A match to this place
Years ago
A bench
A tree
So what's a stove
Or a house?
People who pass
Through Anatevka
Don't even know
They've been here
A stick of wood
A piece of cloth
What do we leave?
Nothing much
Only Anatevka
Anatevka
Anatevka
Underfed overworked
Anatevka
Where else could
Sabbath be so sweet?
Anatevka
Anatevka
Intimate, obstinate
Anatevka
Where I know
Everyone I meet.
Soon I'll be a stranger
In a strange new place
Searching for an old
Familiar face
from Anatevka
I belong in Anatevka
Tumble down
Work a day
Anatevka
Dear little village
Little town of mine.